Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder where the "why did you hurt me?” paradigm of lady-fronted pop music came
from. The blues is an obvious answer. However, when I actually listen to older
lyrics like Bessie Smith and Elizabeth Cotten, they're talking about how they feel instead of analyzing dudes. Analyzing someone else loses some of the
power that comes from the singer expressing their own feelings. My unfounded conspiracy
theory is that the whole “why did you hurt me (was it yr dad)?” trend was a weird marketing ploy perpetrated
by Phil Spector in the sixties, but I really don’t know. Anyway, I’m always
grateful to hear introspective tracks that play around with the concept
and start telling a different story.
Waxahatchee
is Katie Crutchfield of P.S. Eliot and Bad Banana's solo project, and American Weekend is her first
full-length release following a 2011 split with Chris Clavin. The acoustic tracks contain short and simple
melodies reminiscent of a Guided by Voices’ jingle, and the lyrics are like tiny devastating short stories. Despite the haunting,
melancholy tone, American Weekend conveys a kind of bravado and even humor that puts
it outside most 90’s hand-holding pop activity.
Everything sounds slightly underwater.
"bathtub"
Always from a first-person perspective, each song sounds masochistic and sad and desperate, which ironically or not is why I find American Weekend a “feminist album.” Crushers like “catfish” and “rose, 1956” insist on irredeemable loss. “rose 1956” could easily be about a grandmother’s life: “now i hide out from telephone
wires at waxahatchee creek/ your body, weak from smoke and tar and subsequent
disease/ you got married when you were 15.”
These tracks remind me of the private, inward anger that I associate with my American
Weekend generation, and the weird integrity of refusing to be any less sad. Only slightly less underwater than "bathtub," “catfish” is by
far my favorite track. The melody is so repetitive and the lyrics are so
careful and precise that it makes me think of very barely contained anger: “we
stick to our slow motion memory/its 1 in the morning and 90 degrees/and though
now it is hovering darkly over me/it'll look just like heaven when i get up and
leave/you're a ghost and i can't breathe.”
[Anyone who wants to talk about feminist mourning, catfish, Phil Spector or mood music, feel free to get in touch].
[Anyone who wants to talk about feminist mourning, catfish, Phil Spector or mood music, feel free to get in touch].
-Rachel
Waxahatchee is on tour at this very moment, and you can find American
Weekend here from Don Giovanni.
yeah cant wait to hear this. What do you know about that b+w video for "grass stain" that looks like its a commercial for saddness?
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